Despite my success with walking Pen y Fan, my obsession with the Pyreneés continues to escalate. I need to be fit enough to be able to walk uphill for hours on end. I’m not so concerned about coming down again, even though I read that, for many, the descent is worse.
I decide that I will definitely walk the Brecon Beacons Horseshoe Ridge Walk next Friday. I worry, however, that my navigational skills are not the best. Nik and I seem to manage to get spectacularly lost whenever we go walking together and this time I shall be alone. I visit the Apple App Store and discover an offline walking map for the Brecon Beacons National Park, courtesy of JOMO Solutions Ltd. Upon checking further, I discover to my delight that I can purchase a bundle of three apps which covers the Brecon Beacons National Park, Snowdonia National Park and the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. As these are offline maps featuring GPS tracking it means that I don’t even have to worry about having any mobile signal. This purchase also reaffirms my intention to walk up Snowdon before Nik and I go to the Lake District. I have navigation now, so what could possibly go wrong?
The Brecon Beacons Horseshoe Ridge walk is a circular route of approximately 9 miles and, after ascending onto the Graig Fan Ddu ridge, covers four mountain peaks: Corn Du, Pen y Fan, Cribyn and Fan y Big. I need to be fit enough to tackle this walk. The National Trust website advises allowing 4-5 hours to complete it and I feel I shall need every one of those five hours, if not longer. I decide to tackle the elliptical machine again.
I square up to the machine with hatred and with loathing. Despite this, I know I must focus on my fitness régime and stick to my training plan (such as it is). For eight minutes we do battle: I attack it and it attacks me back. I certainly feel as though I am under assault. Why do I find this so tough? Eight minutes is nothing, after all. Then I realise: I am bored and so I am finding it tedious. The following day I turn on the radio. What a transformation! Eight minutes fly by without any effort at all. By the end of the week I am achieving ten minutes. Suddenly, the machine doesn’t seem so bad after all. I wouldn’t regard it as a friend but at least now we are no longer enemies.
I look forward to Friday and it seems to arrive almost before I am fully prepared for it. This time I do not need to activate my imagination; it really is a bright, warm, sunny day. The downside is that thunder is forecast for later in the day so I have to ensure that I finish walking across the peaks before it starts rumbling and I pray also that the rain holds off. Moreover, I am going to the Hay Festival in the evening, to see the comedian Bill Bailey, so I need to be returning home by 4pm. If the time needed to complete the walk as advised on the National Trust website is optimistic I am in trouble.
My timescale is shot to pieces almost before I begin. Unlike the previous week, I leave at 8am, as planned. However, the drive to Taf Fechan car park is farther away than I believed. Then, despite the advice from the Sat Nav, I begin to panic that I am in the wrong place. The path up to the car park is steep and my little, low-slung, sporty coupé with its ridiculous, low-profile tyres is ill-suited to this style of road. I arrive half an hour later than I had intended (I feel a pattern begin to emerge here. If I keep arriving half an hour late when on El Camino I shall find myself without a bed as they’ll all be taken). I cannot believe it – the army is here, too. I wonder if they are following me around the Beacons, but then remember that they are here before me so technically I am following them. This time, however, they are all coming towards the car park, evidently having completed their exercise for the day.
The path is easy to follow and, in the initial stages, level. However, I have been walking for ten minutes only when I realise that I cannot remember the directions and so have to stop to check. This does not augur well. I pass through a gate and am faced with fields and mountains and not a path in sight. I stop again and decide that the sheep track on the right-hand side looks to be the best route to follow. Twenty steps later and I doubt my decision. I sigh. At this rate I shan’t get to the ridge, let alone any of the summits. I am hopeless. I really shouldn’t be allowed out on my own. Then I remember – I have my app!
I open the app and, indeed, it shows that I am on the wrong path. I need the track to the left. The app works. Relief floods through me. I walk with renewed vigour, even though my legs feel like lead. Every step is a real effort this morning but I am determined to complete this walk. As I start the ascent to Graig Fan Ddu Ridge I hear the gate close. I turn around and see two walkers headed in my direction. In a matter of minutes they have drawn level with me and then overtake me. My speed hasn’t increased in the last seven days; a reminder that my training programme still has a long way to go.
The path is steep, very steep. In fact, it seems to me that it is vertical. I cannot walk this path. My fear of falling is heightened and I am forced onto my hands and knees as I scramble up. The two walkers are already on the ridge. They look down at me and I am sure they must think I am ridiculous. I don’t care. I know that if I turn around to look at the view, which is no doubt spectacular, I shall be rooted to the spot. I keep facing ahead at all times and slowly (very slowly) I continue to climb and, suddenly, I am there. On the ridge. Now I can really start to walk.
The walk is lovely. The views are stunning, the sun is shining and the path is level. In a couple of places it is rather narrow and I find myself walking closer to the edge than I would prefer, but I am enjoying myself, no doubt about it. I can see the entire horseshoe and all the peaks that I need to traverse.
I finish the ridge by lunchtime and reward myself with my tuna salad. Anything to lighten the load on my back. The promised rain starts but, just as I drag my waterproof from my backpack, it stops. Hopefully it will remain dry at least until I have returned to the car. I am now on the same path as last week, about to walk to the summit of Pen y Fan. However, the horseshoe walk includes my pet-hate, Corn Du. I decide that I shall do this today. After all, there is no mist to get lost in and all fears have to be conquered. If I can’t walk up Corn Du I am never going to manage to walk over the Pyrenées. To my amazement and delight, I find that walking up Corn Du is much easier than I expected and much less scary (to me) than walking down Corn Du from the summit. I continue along the path to Pen y Fan and then come to a grinding halt.
The path has disappeared. I cannot see where I am supposed to go. I remove my iphone from my pocket and consult the app. Following the route on the app, I walk across the top of Pen y Fan and find myself staring over the edge of the mountain, seemingly into open air. I look down. I see the path. It is a vertical descent. I can’t do this. I shall fall. Yet, at the same time, I can’t go back. I cannot climb down Graig Fan Ddu. I start to sweat. I am stuck. I return to the cairn on Pen y Fan, sit down and re-evaluate. I could walk down Pen y Fan following the tourist route I took last week. However, my car is in the Taf Fechan car park and I have no means to get there from the Storey Arms car park. I have no alternative but to follow the horseshoe path. I stand and take a deep breath. I can do this.
I return to the precipice and sit with my legs dangling into space. If I have to scramble up steep paths, why not scramble down, too? I shall descend in the manner of a toddler negotiating stairs for the first time. I lower myself onto the step below me and immediately sit on it and drop my legs towards the next one. It takes me an age, but I am successful in negotiating the path and am then immediately faced with the next challenge: ascending Cribyn. It looks very steep and I am exhausted already. However, I am also exhilerated on account of my achievement in descending Pen y Fan and so I continue without stopping further.
Despite my inability to increase my speed, I discover that my fitness levels must be improving after all as I walk up Cribyn without any problems. I stop at the summit to photograph the view of Pen y Fan and surroundings before turning to face Fan y Big. There are tents scattered all along the path up this mountain. More soldiers on a training exercise; apparently they hadn’t all been returning when I set off this morning. They seem to be everywhere. I check my watch. It is quarter to three. I need to be back at the car by 4pm. Can I make it up and down Fan y Big and return to the car park in just over an hour? I know that I cannot. Moreover, I do not relish walking past all the fit soldiers at my snail pace. I shall be laughed at, even if not openly to my face. I am going to have to forgo this last summit. Thunder rumbles and my decision is made. I shall have to return another day when, hopefully, I am not so exhausted and have no time contraints.
The path from the bottom of Cribyn to the car park at Taf Fechan is an easy path, albeit stony and uneven. My speed picks up and I overtake other walkers along the track. When walking on the flat I am not too bad at all, it is only on the ascents and descents that I become a laggard. It has taken me five and a half hours and I had to forgo Fan y Big but I am, nevertheless, immensely proud of myself. It is only the end of May; there is nearly a whole year until I start El Camino. Just think how fit I can be by then.